After divorce I am a billionaire

"How dare you!" Stacy first noticed that Lyra was sitting in the main seat of the conference room before she realized what Lyra had just said, her lips trembling, "What...what do you mean?" Lyra was smiling triumphantly.

She just looked at Stacy askance and didn't answer.

Stacy was panicked by that smile, and even more so by her air of confidence.

"Lunatic! You're simply a lunatic!" Though she was scolding Lyra, she actually took two steps back as she spoke.

Just as she turned around and was about to leave, four men in police uniforms suddenly came to the door of the conference room and knocked politely, "Excuse me, who is Stacy Kim?" Upon hearing her own name, Stacy froze, "What do you want?" Hearing her answer, the police officers immediately turned serous, walking towards her.

Stacy's face was pale with fear, "Did you guys get it wrong? I'm a law-abiding citizen!" "We will judge for ourselves whether you are innocent or not. Please come with us." "No! I'm not going!" Mr. Harper and Mr. McCormick were already imprisoned, so she couldn't hide what she had done. Originally, she expected Billy Lowery to protect her, but Billy was doomed faster than she did.

But she couldn't go to jail; once she was convicted, her job, her future, everything would be lost! Having thought of something, she jogged to Lyra and knelt down, forgetting about her dignity or what not, taking Lyra's hand and begging, "You called the police, right? Lyra, Miss Carroll, | admit defeat. I'm really sorry. | was just being overly jealous so | wanted to harm you. Could you forgive me, please?" Lyra gently lifted up Stacy's chin with her fingertips, looking her straight in the eyes and smiled, "This apology from you is all fear and fluke. You know better than me whether you actually meant it." "I really mean it. | was wrong, Miss Carroll, | was really wrong." "Stacy, if you were just naive enough to pick on me, and attempted to climb the ladders by sleeping with Billy, | would've just fired you. But you surprised me so much that | realized | had underestimated you. Your performance last night was so impressive that I've got to do something to show my awe, like, sending you to prison." Stacy lowered her head and sobbed, but in her heart, she hated it so much that she gnashed her teeth.

This bitch was so crazy! She had gone too far! When she went through this, she must find an opportunity to crush this bitch.

She hid the malice in her heart and put on a remorseful look, and just as she opened her mouth, she suddenly remembered something just now in Lyra's word, "You said, "You would've fired me?" How dared she said this? She was just a director! Did she think the whole company was hers after she became Keith's woman? Lyra bent over, smiling peevishly, and whispered to Stacy's ear.

"I haven't told you that this land beneath your feet belongs to me, Lyra Lloyd." When she said her name, she stressed on each and every syllable, and her eyes glinting with pride.

The main seat of the meeting room was like a throne, but her petite figure seemed perfectly fit for it without the slightest sense of incongruity. She looked just like a noble queen.

Thud— Stacy slumped helplessly onto the ground.

Lyra said it was her company...

And her last name was... Lloyd.

Stacy covered her mouth and gasped in shock.

She hadn't recovered from her grief and despair even when the police officers came up and dragged her away.

With two indecent employees taken care of, Lyra finally got to enjoy a couple of peaceful days.

Before noon, Lyra was busy at her desk.

Jalen knocked on the door and came in with a poker face, "Director, Mr. Lloyd wants to see you urgently. Please go there as soon as you are done." Keith was calling her for an emergency? Judging from Jalen's face, it didn't seem to be a good thing.

Lyra did not delay, simply took two minutes to get ready and then rushed to the top floor office.

The door opened and Keith was sitting in his office chair with his back to her, his head slightly raised as if he was looking at a mural on the wall.

"Brother?" Since they were the only two people in the office, Lyra didn't hide it.

Keith snapped around, "SURPRISE!" In his hand was a food container. When it was, the spicy and zesty smell hit her nose.

"Connie said | was mistreating you because | always let you eat your lunch in the cafeteria. So she made your favorite braised beef and sent it over. Surprise?" Lyra was amused by his sudden childish behavior, "This is your urgent matter?" Keith put down the container and got up to walk towards her with a doting smile on his face, "It's the first priority that my little princess can eat well." Lyra did not say anything, but the joy in her eyes betrayed her mood.

Keith pulled her to the couch and sat her down. There were a few more dishes and a soup on the coffee table which had been placed there earlier, and Keith brought over the braised beef from his desk.

Lyra took a sniff. It was true that Connie's cooking was amazeballs. Cafeteria food was no match for that.

"It is indeed tasty. But maybe don't do this next time. If | keep going to have lunch in your office, people will be suspicious," said Lyra while chewing.

Keith smiled helplessly, "Connie doesn't even listen to me since you've been here. Go back tonight and tell her yourself." Lyra nodded and then got back to her lunch.

She was really hungry. Connie's cooking was simply overwhelming and her cheeks even went sore from chewing.

Keith saw her eating like a little squirrel, silly but very adorable, and he could not help tapping the tip of her nose with affection.

Lyra smiled back and continued to eat.

The two chattered about family matters at the table, and the atmosphere in the office was lively.

Jalen suddenly knocked on the door and then came in, speaking in a quiet voice, "Mr. Lloyd, Miss Frazier is here." Lyra immediately looked up at Keith, only to see his face fell almost instantly.

Jalen's expression was also weird, "She's waiting outside. Would you like to see her?" Keith didn't think twice, "I'm busy." Jalen could only go out in silence.

As the door closed, the cozy atmosphere in the large office was restored.

Keith chucked a juicy piece of beef into Lyra's bowl, "Eat more. You're too skinny." Lyra responded and asked tentatively, "Keith, you seem to have a problem with this fiancée?" Keith's face turned grim abruptly as he said in aversion, "Fiancée? She's not worthy. She's just a shameless villain." By the look on his face, there seemed to be more to the engagement between the two of them.

But he looked rather reluctant to mention it, and Lyra didn't ask any more questions.

Was that Miss Frazier really shameless? She was quite curious.

What kind of oddball could this woman be that even made the mild Keith so disgusted? "What mischief are you having in mind now? Eat.” Keith interrupted her thinking as he noticed the wicked smile on her face.

Lyra nodded good-naturedly.

Ten minutes later, Lyra finished her meal and came out of the president's office, catching a glimpse of Irene, who was still pestering Jalen next to her.

Irene had obviously ran out of patience, and her tone has gradually become threatening.

Lyra withdrew her gaze and walked in the direction of the elevator without looking again.

"Hey, you!" A shrill voice rang out from behind.

Lyra's wrist was suddenly grabbed by someone.

Irene stepped ahead of her and took a look.

"It's you! What were you doing in Keith's office?" Lyra raised her eyebrows and smiled nonchalantly, "Mr. Lloyd invited me to lunch, and | couldn't reject him, so naturally..." Before she could finish, the anger was already flaming in Irene's eyes, like she wanted to burn Lyra on the spot.